I'm rebuilding this site right now. So a lot of things may look broken. But what better motivation for me to finish it?

Man at last knows he is alone in the unfeeling immensity of the Universe, out of which he has emerged only by chance. It is a melancholy thought. I can think of only one thing sadder: if the only animals with self-consciousness, the only species that can light up the Universe with acts of love and humor and compassion, were to extinguish themselves through acts of stupidity.

If we survive, we have a Galaxy to explore and make our own. If we destroy ourselves, if we ruin Earth before we are ready to leave our home planet … well, it could be a long, long time before a creature from another species looks up at its planet’s night sky and asks: Where is everybody?